There is support from the unseen to guide our lives on Earth.
Carm, a wholesome farm girl, marries her first love and then abandons everything she knows. After six weeks of marriage, a devastating storm kills her husband, widowing her. In a strange city, torn by her loss—young, scared, and with no resources she lives a life she wasn't ready for. Her emotions fall extremely low. To make it comfortable to live in her own skin, she self-medicates with drugs and alcohol. She is pushed to the edge as her relationships become tremulous.
Haunted by her deceased husband and introduced to a witch, Gretchen, she sees past the darkness. Carm discovers, with the aid of witchcraft, how to accept the past, celebrate the present, and anticipate the future.
“Look!” Beth said. “It’s the neighborhood crazy lady. Look at the getup on her.”
An older woman dressed in a long black cape, hood up, entered. Carm observed the aged woman slide into the back booth, push the hood from her head, and then fluff her stylish gray hair with her fingertips. Seconds later, she searched through the pocket of her cape to remove her unique glasses. She put them on.
“She’s all yours, Carm,” Beth said, laughing as she left to retrieve her food order.
Carm hesitated, took a deep breath, and headed to the table. She stood beside the odd woman. “Would you like a menu?”
“No,” she heard her say through the murmur of chatter. “I’d like green tea and rye toast, please.”
She left to serve orders, watching the strange woman remove a magazine from a paper bag and thumb between the pages.
She returned to the table with her food and drink, and she couldn’t help but stare. The woman’s skin, although fair and wrinkled, still looked pleasing to the eye. Her pointy nose, chin, dark makeup, and magnified cat-like eyes gave her the appearance of a witch. She didn’t reinforce the typical stereotype of an ugly, warty witch she had read about as a child. Her demeanor was regal. She in no way resembled an old hag.
“I’m glad to see you are not still playing the victim. You would have never lasted in this city,” the aged woman said, reaching for her tea and toast.
“The day you saw me, I was scared. I didn’t know what to expect. You can see all is well.”
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AT THE EDGE
by Angie Skelhorn
eBook ISBN: 9781629291499
Print ISBN: 9781629291505
eBook Price: $ 5.95
Sub Genre: Contemporary
Short Novel of 55380 words
Heat rating: 3
Edited by Barbara Legge
Cover Artwork by Dawné Dominique